User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-3135907-20120327211752/@comment-3135907-20120327212520

"Er, woz this?" asked the stoat, half-awake as he climbed out of Cosivair's huge silk bedsheets. "Oh, don't worry," said Siltear. "We're merely going for a stroll outside. Right, Burgin?" The weasel nodded with a snaggletoothed grin and drew his dagger. Pressing it against Lagrim's back, he chuckled wickedly. "March!"

Out in the courtyard, the 800 vermin of Pirate Lord Corvid Cosivair's army stood at attention as Lagrim was led out before them. A gallows had been prepared for this and Lagrim gulped noticeably as he mounted the first step. "Y- yer gonna `ang me?" stammered Cosivair's acting Commander of the Fort as he turned to face Siltear. "Not if you don't want..." said the fox slyly. "Er, er, thankyer, but I'll pass!" said Lagrim. "Alright," said Siltear. "As you wish!" With a flourish, the fox thrust his sabre into Lagrim's midriff, chuckling wickedly.